Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.